[Intro: RTB MB]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
Come on
RTB, n***a
Gang
(Boomin need extras)

[Verse 1: RTB MB]
Pop him and his mans, now they got a scar to match
Took so many— I'm finna have a heart attack
Hopped out, walkin' n***as down, yeah, we started that
Chrome Heart, Cuban with the Rollie, that's my starter pack
Gettin' pussy in the Demon, had to park the 'Cat
I can't even shoot the Glock unless that back part attached
Straight switches on the Glock, don't make us spark the strap
Bitches think I'm Moses, see them legs, yeah, I parted that

[Verse 2: The Godfather]
Lil' n***a, we ain't equal
Like brodie said, money, it's the roots of all evil
I hit him in the head with the K and make it see-through
I only want my shit in SRT, like how the Jeep move
I made my first twenty racks and I dropped out of school
Don't let me catch you down bad, then I'm poppin' you
All I gotta do is pull a trigger, then the chopper shoot
Put red lights on the Glock, it'll stop a coupe
[Verse 3: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
See the GlockBoy, ain't no reason to be spooked
Man, n***as knowin' it be time, I be Klay, ready to shoot
Man, lil' n***a always wearin' a 40 just like my pants loose
She let me fuck, now a different bitch text me like, "I can't stand you"
I be double backin' in stores, buyin' the same shit again
N***a receipt after receipt, after it beep, swipe again
We put switches all on the Glocks like some bad-ass kids
Man, you don't know the feeling of hit a n***a up and he live

[Verse 4: RTB MB]
Shit, he a mop-head, so we gon' sweep and sweep until he dead
Gave your bitch some TLC, I creep and creep into her legs
I can get a n***a killed, I ain't in the street, I'm in the bed
You be claimin' that you street up in them streets, you in the feds
She said she not fuckin', I'm like, "Oh, damn" like I'm Greg
We drunk so many pints, man, I think we need a keg
Hit him in his dome, I'm quick to be with Mone, I like to shred
She fuck me off the pills, now she payin' for the meds

[Verse 5: The Godfather]
Shit, I been ducked off, out the way, I'm tryna dodge the feds
New strap, it's like a number two pencil, it's filled with lead
I walked down and stood over the body 'til he dead
I only like my styrofoam cup filled up with meds, n***a
Just got a drop, I'm out the way, I let my mans get him
N***as always talk that killin' shit until the feds get 'em
It's just me and 2Strap, give n***as they issue
You don't wanna be the one that get stuck in the middle
[Verse 6: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Man, we be leavin' n***as stuck like they rob people
I left some money on me, I won't leave the crib without a dime, n***a
When I be out, you know I always got a stick like I was blind, n***a
And it's a clock on top of all the opps' head, them n***as' time tickin'